"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Anticipation







I squeeze through the partially open door and quietly make my way to you, my body humming with desire. With every step I take the silk of my dress wraps around my thighs and teases me, the way you will be soon . . . that thought alone sends tingles up and down my spine. You've turned your back on me, preparing your nightly scotch . . . neat of course. I see the muscles working under your skin as your hand lifts the glass to those lips I long for. You don't acknowledge my presence, enjoying your single malt, but I know from the rigidness in your back that you're aware. I bite my lower lip to stop my smile as I wrap my arm around you and begin to caress your chest with one hand while the other goes down and slips in your underwear.

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